You know I Thug 'em Fuck 'em Love 'em Leave 'em Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em Bug 'em, cuff 'em, Never need 'em Whatever, you can keep 'em That be him, and I beat him Why you not be him? Man, you can't see him! I'ma pimp in every sense of the word Bitch, come and get your girl, bitch All food cough, come up in the world sick Go for a door, end up in the closet And my missletoe man sporting the portee, 2.50 on the wash, make them nervous As I trip along, I'm tripping on ens the better Like the Coupe or the Benz, the better If she cute, I tends to get her Small bu, high heel in the boot and the finty sweater Sick fly! I'ma pimp in every sense of the word Bitch, come and get your girl, bitch Part with nothing Short, we stunting Take G-4 flights to London Parties happening Bottles cracking Then we wait back in Manhattan Every week I'm fashion Got that Kanye passion On that Kanye mad shit Two hundred on the dash in Slaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! All niggas being like that Stop fronting, lil' nigga, You ain't like that Pull out the tool, that's cool I be right back I should make a call to a dude To get your wife back Leave every witness You see us all at the eaters, Heavy business When I see you in the streets You never did this If I mention do it, like a week Merry Christmas! You know I bag 'em Wrap 'em Strap 'em Take 'en Bring it back Do it all in the table Women, appetite wrong? What I gave you? Starver have label (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I made my image scable art basel Rubber bands, no more chance to go angels Might need a home and range across gable Yeah, now, fucker, staying NY You can live both places, cause you been fly I walk out hostels to the N5 Tryna get a flick from a pimp with a sick eye Can't get enough though What you hustlers gettin' ain't enough dough You see this hustler spending? I give a fuck flow Ain't gotta show how I'm living You know I'm up for it